A/N: So, you read Dawn and figured let's give the next person a shot? Well…onward, then to…
Bunnies: Anya
Bunnies are the sign of evil. Everyone underestimates them. All because they're so cute and furry and hoppy. The sign of evil. Bunnies. They are the things demons fear. With their floppy ears and their wet noses. And, for God's sake, they eat carrots! She should've known when she saw the stuffed animal hours ago…
She should have known she'd die. She saw another bunny as they rode that monster of a vehicle out of Sunnydale. She'd been looking out the window, innocently of course. Needless to say, it had scared the crap out of her.
Dawn told her once that bunnies were their friends. Then she told Dawn to stuff it. That was a year ago…did it really happen? She doesn't think it did. Not really.
She's fighting the itty bitty minions of Glory, watching with hopeful eyes as Spike races up the stairs to save Dawn.
"Oh, thank God," she murmurs, hitting one on the head with a big bat that she'd been given. Well, not a bat; just a big piece of wood.
She has a few splinters, but she'll cry about them later. Right now, she's more concerned about keep her own self alive.
All around her, the other Scoobies are fighting for their lives, fighting for good. Fighting to save the world. And she wonders…that the hell is she fighting for? All she has is Xander.
"Xander!" she yells to the man she'll soon marry. "How many times do I have to hit it before it dies?"
He glances at her. "Ahn…think of…" he pauses, "think of bunnies. Nice, cute-"
She frowns in displeasure. "Floppy, hoppy bunnies." She raises her plank of wood and swings again, watching the minion stumble and fall. It doesn't get up. She grins. "That was highly therapeutic."
She's fighting for Xander…and for keeping any bunnies at bay. She's a hack-and-slash type and doesn't disappoint as she finds an ax and makes good use of it. She slices a demon's head off.
"Oh, look! I killed another one!" Xander and Giles are surprised at her excitement. "What? Ex-demon." She says, for all its simplicity. Next, Xander will quip that she spends too much time with Spike, even if he knows she doesn't.
A pain shoots through her abdomen and she looks down, only to see a sword sticking through her gut. The minion twists and then pulls out and she cries in pain. This was highly predictable, and all the bunnies' fault.
"Anya!" Xander yells as he notices her injury. Only she's already falling and he catches her, watching helplessly as she's slipping away.
For a fleeting second, as her soul leaves her body and her heart stops, she hopes that if she's going to hell, that there'll at least be a scarcity of bunnies.
